The National tribune., 1887-01-06
For THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE.
DEATH OF LOGAN.
GRAFTON.
BY EMILY THoKSrox CHARLES.

What Logan dead the grand. the free,
UntrammelIed spirit of the West?
He lying low, at deaths decree,
With folded hands across his breast?
Alas, alas, that il be said
The soldier-citizen is dead.
The statesman who from Congress Hall
Nor waiting rank nor Uniform
Swift fastened at his country's call
To meet the battles lurid storm;
And faced the hurtling shower of lead,
With musket armed-now lieth dead.
Before the Fort OF Donelson-
Commanding now regiment
For three long days he fought, and won,
Though sure defeat seemed imminent.
Brave men were ranked among the dead
To Logan victory came instead.
His regiment like fiery wall,
Yet firmly, hurting missiles stood.
At length they saw loved Logan fall;
His side was bathed with streams of blood.
Yet though a CHASTITY pallor spread
Upon his face, he was not dead.
On glory's field he won the day,
And Major General became.
His path he marked, and hewed the way;
And honor's signet crowned his name.
The warriors laurels wreathed his head;-
And now we mourn for Logan dead!
"Why Logan seemed invincible,"
I've heard the veteran soldiers say;
AT Corinth, facing shot and shell,
He welded wondrous, potent sway.
"Your strong arms nerve for right" he said;
March bravely on" Grand Logan deadl
At Gibson's Port and Bayou Pierre,
Still leading. Gen. Logan see.
The fight at Raymond, most severe,
He won by dauntless bravery.
From his assault the foeman fled
At Champions Hill. Great Logan deadi
His men at yicksburg bore the brunt;
His heart beat high with patriot pride,
When hiS the column at the front
THE old commando" at his side
That through the conquered city led.
And raised the dag high overhead.
At Resaca his praise resounds;
At Dallas Logan's brilliant corps
Repulsed the charge with forty rounds ~
And then IL need be, forty more.
Where thick and fast the bullets sped,
He dashed. with ell uncovered head.
AT Kenesaw, 'gainst rocky wall,
He led. to scale the mountain grim;
He saw his gallant soldiers fall;
And with great tears his eyes grew dim
Such tears as comrades now will shed
Above the bier of Logan, dead.
ut seems as only yesterday"
heard a war-scarred soldier tell,
"Hov grandly Logan led the fray,
On field where brave Mcpherson fell;
Inspired his men, and shouting said
Revenge. revenge Mcpherson deadI'
Mcpherson still his battleery;
In front he galloped down the field,
With wind-blown hair and flashing eye.
Advance advance. We'll never yield
Revenge! my boys brave Logan said,
Revenge! revenge Mcpherson dead
"His desperate words, his courage rare,
Thrilled every man with energy.
When, like n lion from his lair.
He sprang. and led to victory.
Ill ne'er forget" the eomrade said.
Atlanta field, where Logan led"
Note well the man of firm intent.
Whene' er ye look his record DER;
Commanding either regiment,
Brigade, division, army. corps
His valiant force, with fearless tread,
To victory he al1Vays led.
He organized, to keep alive
The feelings Of fraternity
In breasts of those who yet survive,
The Army of the Tennessee.
They mourn above the narrow bed
OF Logan sleeping with the dead.
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In councils of the Nation wise:
Soldier and statesman he did blend;
And higher still his fame shall rise,
Though earth no more shall hear the tread
Nor voice of him who lieth dead.
noted but the other day
He seemed SO kindly used by time,
That lightly touched his locks with gray,
And left him in his manhood's prime;
Yet pain has distanced times swift tread,
And touched his heart and left him dead.
Grand Army of Republic, weep
Thy three times Chief" hath passed away
He with the silent hosts doth sleep,
Who set apart Memorial Day"
Thy memories now shall mark the bed
Where lies the Chieftain. cold and dead.
"He builded wiser than he knew"
Who reared tn enduring monument
OF flowers fraternal hands e'er strew
For memory and sad lament.
Rise floral incense DER his head,
Loves monument 10 Logan. dead.
Rest, soldier! restl for peace is thine;
Rest, warrior for earth's strife is DER;
Rest, statesman! flames bright laurels twine
Thy noble deeds. The Golden shore
For thee Is won; while tears are shed
IL L.